[HP] End of Death

Cloaked in pitch-black cloaks they moved through the night like cats on a mouse hunt.

This was the first time Blaise came out with the hunting team. Surrounded by a group of unknown people, he felt a little uneasy, and no one comforted him by saying "don't be afraid".

The captain received the signal 3 minutes ago. According to him, "We were going to apparate as soon as we received the signal, but we were delayed because we had to wait for you." This made Blaise feel even more nervous, as if It's his fault if no one is caught.

But he couldn't imagine anyone coming here either.This is a deserted side street, the stinky river passes through the disrepaired stone bridge, several pieces of handrails on the bridge have been missing, and some of the missing parts seem to be stained with congealed blood, Blaise can't help but wonder if someone I've fallen from here before.

The houses on either side of the street were low and shabby, with dirty curtains hanging behind closed shutters.The cold moonlight splashed on the dark street like countless silver mirrors, and he saw his own bleak face in front of the mirror.

They walked along the side street to a larger open space, where there was an abandoned yard—it was said to be abandoned because its windows and doors were all open, and there was no light streaming through it, just like a ghost town.

"That's where I got the signal," said the captain, a tall, gangly, sinister man who was wiping his wand with his finger prints on his robes. Signal for everyone to pass."

Everyone nodded.They groped into the dilapidated house lightly, the inside was desolate, even the furniture was swept away, only a few broken chairs fell on the ground.

The captain and several men searched one by one on the first floor, while Blaise and another young man slipped to the second floor.The man gestured to him, opened the first door on the right and slipped in.Before Blaise could move, there was a scream from the door—it was from the man. He was startled and was about to run to see what happened when a red light shot out through the wooden door and shattered it. A dirty plastic cup on a nearby table.

Blaise immediately stood still and didn't dare to move.

There was a creak behind him, he turned around stiffly, a door slowly opened, and the slanted silver moonlight outlined the man's slender figure.Blaise gripped his wand and pointed it at him, but froze when he saw his face.

"Draco?"

"Brace? Why are you here?"

Blaise cast a quick glance at the door behind him, put down his wand and walked up to him, asking in a low voice, "Who's in that room?"

"My friends. How did you find out here?" Draco asked with a wary look on his face.

Blaise hesitated for a while, and said as if he was going all out: "They put a spell on the name of the Dark Lord, and if they say it, they will be arrested."

"No wonder... so you came to catch us?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "What was that movement just now?"

Blaise glanced back again, the room was still full of spells flying, the sound of broken bricks and tiles and screams, adding a bit of horror to this dark night; the corridor leading to the first floor There were curses and inquiries from the Death Eaters, and the captain and others had heard the noise and were running towards here.

"Let's go in and talk." He involuntarily took Draco's arm and ran back to the room he just came out of, closing the door behind his back.The lock on the doorknob hung loosely, and he tried to snap the lock in a panic, but just as his fingers touched the keyhole, the lower half of the rusty lock fell off and hit the ground.He hurried to pick it up, but Draco stopped him.

"This lock is broken. Blaise, what are you trying to say?" He spoke urgently and quickly, "If it's not important, I have to help them."

"No, it's very important! Listen to me, Draco...can you introduce them for me?" Blaise became anxious as soon as he heard it, and blurted out words that had been brewing for a long time without thinking.After he finished speaking, he was also stunned by his own words, but he also understood that this was his true words.

"Introduction...? What introduction?" Draco didn't seem to understand him.

"It's just...introducing the Order of the Phoenix." Blaise gritted his teeth and said.He knew that once he said it, he couldn't change it, and he didn't know whether he would regret it later.

"You want to join the Order of the Phoenix?" Draco repeated, "Are you sure?"

"Well, I—I mean, I think..." Before Blaise could finish his sentence, the door behind him was knocked open, and two Death Eaters and a boy stumbled in.They rolled on the ground and stood up, without bothering to wipe off the dust all over their bodies, they raised their wands and pointed at each other, swords drawn.

Blaise was worried that there would be no time to talk about it, so before they noticed it, he whispered in Draco's ear: "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, see you in the square near your house. I have an important thing to say."

Blaise didn't know if Draco heard it clearly, but the two Death Eaters had already seen them, and their expressions changed.

"Oh, Malfoy! You are here!"

"Zabini, what did you just say to him?"

"What are you still doing in a daze - arrest him quickly!"

"Zabini, are you stupid?"

Blaise looked blankly at Draco, then at the two Death Eaters.He bit his lower lip, making up his mind.

"No, I will not--"

"Oh, stop it, Blaise. Didn't you come here just to take me away?" Draco interrupted him abruptly, aiming his wand at the tip of his nose, "If that's the case, what more nonsense do you need?" , do you think I will believe your rhetoric?"

"What...?" The boy didn't react for a while, he stared at him, only feeling dizzy, "You know—you—"

"Passed out!"

A flash of red light—from nowhere—like a shooting star hit the captain's forehead, and he fell forward with nothing in sight, Draco quickly took a step back to avoid his body .

A few more people rushed into the room, and the room suddenly became a mess.Draco hurriedly squatted down to avoid the flying spells, but was still hit by a piece of broken glass on the forehead, and a sticky liquid flowed down his forehead.He saw Ron yelling and trying to stun a Death Eater, but his spell flew out the window; Hermione's Limp Legs spell managed to cause a Death Eater to twist his leg and fall to the ground in embarrassment .

He couldn't find Harry, the light was too dim, and the swaying figure entangled his vision like a ghost, and the blurred red-gray light jumped near the absolute threshold, which made his retina extremely painful.

He suddenly saw a dark figure curled up in the corner, and when he took a closer look, he found that it was Blaise.He couldn't see his expression clearly, and he didn't know whether it was anger, bewilderment or hesitation.For some reason, a tinge of regret suddenly appeared in his heart, but Draco immediately told himself that he had done nothing wrong.

He didn't want others to follow his example of betraying the camp hastily. In his opinion, Blaise didn't consider the consequences of doing so.Moreover, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not a shelter, and not everyone can be trusted, and he has a deep understanding of this.

Even if he really meant to come, today would not be a good time, Draco thought, not looking at him, standing up with his wand.

Blaise still stood stupidly in the corner looking at the chaotic scene in front of him.His heart has been completely messed up.He didn't know if he really thought it through-in fact, he was wandering in a dilemma a few days ago.But he understands that if there is no opportunity, he will continue to struggle like this.

He knew that the Order of the Phoenix might not trust him so easily, so he also prepared chips.The spell that told them Voldemort's name was just the first, and he knew another secret, which he had overheard - although he didn't know exactly what it meant, his subconscious told him it was a big piece of information.

He was ready, if he wanted to, he could cross the chasm to the other side, he had already taken this step - but Draco's words were like a thump on the top of his head, making him He came to his senses.

Draco's words didn't make any sense in themselves, but his attitude made him think a lot.

He couldn't help asking himself, did he really think about it?Is he really ready to pay the price for all this?Can he really bear the pain of being suspicious, being abused by pointing at the spine, and being stared at by his mother's disappointed eyes? ...can he really?

He suddenly wavered again.

Maybe he was wrong... maybe he was wrong at all, who said that following the Dark Lord was not a wise path?He didn't understand the Order of the Phoenix at all, so he rushed over so recklessly, the only victim would be himself...

Thinking of this, Blaise slowly tightened his fingers.He nodded secretly, feeling that he was indeed too impulsive, his preparation was not enough, and he needed to think more carefully.

However, he doesn't know that sometimes there are some decisions that can't be thought about or hesitated, and sometimes they can only move forward by feeling and follow the guidance of their hearts.

Slytherin's calmness and prudence don't work all the time, and Gryffindor's hesitation may work miracles instead.